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| I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth. |
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| A Streetcar Named Desire--Tennessee Williams |
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| everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. |
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| Our Town--Thornton Wilder |
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| “Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.” |
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| Our Town--Thornton Wilder |
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| But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep |
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But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean |
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But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean |
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Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss |
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Beauty is momentary in the mind--
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies' the body's beauty lives. |
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The houses are haunted
By white night gowns,
None are green,
Or purple with green rings |
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I don't know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes
The blackbird whistling
Or just after |
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Black Crispus Attucks taught
Us how to die
Before white Patrick Henry's bugle breath
Uttered the vertical
Transmitting cry |
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April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.” |
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And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
I will show you fear in a handful of dust |
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If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs |
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To me she seemed a proudly swaying palm
grown lovelier for passing through a storm
Upon her swarthy neck black shiny curls |
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Abortion will not let you forget
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The dampsmall pulps with a little or with no hair |
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I've stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want to peek in the back
Where it's rough and untended |
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